Home Again, Home Again

I am already missing everyone, but it is very nice to be home. Since we've been back I have not cooked, cleaned, or done any laundry. I am still trying to recover from the trip.

Our flight was supposed to leave Little Rock at 12:15 Saturday afternoon to go to Dallas. Then we would have a 2 hour layover and be in San Diego at 6. It was raining that morning, but I didn't really think anything of it. Everything was fine up until we were about to board our plane, the weather was too bad for us to take off. Well, that's okay. I had plenty of time before my next flight. Several hours later, the weather was clear in Little Rock, but it was horrible in Dallas and they were not accepting any flights. I think there were about 5 flights from LR to Dallas that day, and by that time several of them had been cancelled. My ride was long gone, and I really just wanted to get home.

Every time it came up that I would miss my connection, I changed to the next flight. At 7 that evening my flight was the only one that wasn't cancelled, but they were saying they weren't sure if it was going or not. I decided to give up and try again the next day. The only reason I didn't sooner was because it would take 3 hours for someone to come get me. And Heather, how I wish that I would have called you, but for the life of me I could not think of anyone that lived in LR. I remembered the next day.

When I was next in line to change my flight, they announced that the plane would now be boarding. Yay, so I got on. They assured me that all the flights would be delayed so I should still be able to get a plane to San Diego. A one hour flight turned into 3 hours, with an hour wait for a gate, then a 2 hour wait for my stroller. There is a reason they do not fly in storms I found out. That was the scariest landing ever! At this point it is 2 or 3 in the morning, Bentley is melting down and I just want to lay on the floor and cry with him. Everyone was trying to rebook, so by the time it was my turn, the earliest flight was 9pm on Sunday. They felt sorry for me since my child was freaking out, so they gave me a hotel.

After a short nap, we were back at the airport to try to get an earlier flight. After begging one of the ticket people and almost crying, she got me on an ealier flight and we finally made it home 24 hours after we were initially supposed to.

I learned a few lessons. I will never try to travel on a day like that again. I will always bring extra snacks, money, and diapers when I travel. We ran out of food and money before even leaving LR, and luckily had exactly enough diapers.

I had my camera with me, but I was way too stressed out to even think to take pictures. I did take a couple with my phone, and if I ever figure out how to get them on my computer I will post them.